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her former brother-in-law. A Sullivan. The same blood as
Jared’s ran through his veins. Both cocky, arrogant bastards. Womanizers who
couldn’t keep it in their pants.
    But when she thought
of Nick’s jeans and what was in them, she ached deep inside.
    “But we don’t want
anyone else to know that. Am I really that repulsive?” A hint of insecurity
lurked in his smoky-gray eyes. Maybe her acting skills weren’t that terrible if
he couldn’t detect her attraction for him.
    “It’s not that and you know it.” He was like one of those sinfully delicious, high-calorie
desserts that women crave but swear off. “No tongues.” If she didn’t taste him,
maybe she could hide her intense hunger for him.
    He shrugged.
“Whatever.”
    “Well then, get it
over with.” She forced the words out before she had time to think about them.
    A slow, wicked smile
formed on his lips.
    Uh-oh.
    Emily should’ve
closed her eyes against his sexy, playful expression. But that smile took away
his usual brusqueness and replaced it with the promise of pleasure.
    He stroked warm
fingertips along her jaw line, all the while leading her in a barely-noticeable
slow dance. He moved his face closer and panic closed around her throat. Oh
no.

 
     
    Chapter
Four
     
    Oh yes!
    As Emily sank against
Nick’s hard body on the dance floor, his firm, sensual lips captured hers. His
kiss was a hot, drugging caress, like drowning in a pool of rich, melting
chocolate. Ambrosia to her starved senses. Emily wanted to sink down into his
seduction until she was sated.
    She held him tighter,
digging her nails into his leather vest, pressing her pebbled nipples against
his muscled chest. His hard cock ground against her lower belly where she ached
for him deep inside. Her pussy clenched and moisture drenched her panties.
    Threading his fingers
underneath her hair to cradle her head, he gave lingering kisses to the corners
of her mouth. Burning desire flashed through her. Oh how she wanted to devour
every inch of him.
    Her knees trembled
and she reached up for more kisses. When he flicked the tip of his tongue
against the center of her lips, her breath stopped and she opened her mouth.
    Nick inhaled sharply
and squeezed her ass, pulling her tighter against his erection. She couldn’t
even protest the way he was touching her because she craved more.
    His tongue swept
against hers. The masculine taste and texture of him assailed her senses.
Delicious and intimate. His clean musky scent was new and unfamiliar. Sexy. A
silken thread of sensuality wrapped around her heart and for a moment wouldn’t
let it beat.
    She moaned, but the
loud music muffled it. She hoped. But what if he’d heard it? The sheer force of
her unbridled need stunned her, frightened her. She was tempted to climb his
lean, muscular frame right here on the dance floor.
    Shocked at herself,
she broke the kiss and turned aside.
    He pressed his face
into her hair. “Good god, Emily,” he growled.
     
    Nick was ready to
throw Emily over his shoulder and make for the nearest dark corner for a quick
fuck. He hadn’t had such a rampant hard-on in eons. That moan she’d let loose
told him she was just as horny. Stroking the soft skin of her bare thigh, he
ached to slide his hand up underneath that short skirt and find out how wet she
was, then yank her panties aside and guide his cock into her. She would feel
sublime—hot, tight, drenched.
    "Fuck," he
muttered, precum trickling from the tip of his cock. How was he supposed to get
himself under control?
    Her hands trembled as
she clutched at his vest. Even her legs felt unsteady to him. Nudging her chin
up, he couldn’t believe how aroused she appeared, her eyes midnight blue, her
lips swollen and parted, waiting for him to kiss her again. He wanted nothing
more than to do exactly that, flicking his tongue into her mouth, and then lift
her into his arms and wrap her legs around his waist.
    But he couldn’t.
Still holding her in place, he closed